You played
your guitar skillfully
In so many
scenes you did show
You were
the rod of fame’s flag
And the
audience shouted in front of you
You lived
more than a thousand loves
Eager to
live all the excitement
Of life.
And among solos and horrors
From many
you took admiration
What about you,
now, tired
Now when
that fame have abandoned you
And taken
the people away?!
Now when
the melodies that made history
Reverberate
in memory only
Oh, old
teenager dreamer?!
11/13/10
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